Today was the day of the finals.
Dawn had barely broken over the arena on Mount Longhu, but the spectator stands were already packed.
The air was filled with the dampness of early morning and the fresh scent of mountain pine resin. Mist still lingered among the distant mountains, half concealing Mount Longhu's main peak.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the entrance to the contestants' passage. The Luotian Grand Ceremony had stirred up the Outsider world. Was a winner finally about to emerge?
Zhang Chulan versus Zhang Lingyu...
Ooh, this felt a little strange.
Whoever won or lost, the successor to Mount Longhu's Celestial Master would still be one of their own.
Most spectators thought Zhang Lingyu would definitely win. All right, they did not think it-they were certain.
Although Zhang Chulan had shown some of his strength in the later rounds, he had gotten through the most crucial matches entirely through dirty tricks and sheer dumb luck. He had not fought a single real uphill battle along the way.
His match against Wang Ye, who had defeated Zhuge Qing, and his fight with Feng Baobao, for instance.
The former had been an eating contest, and the latter had been fixed. What a joke... how were the spectators supposed to accept that?
Zhang Lingyu was completely different. His Golden Light Mantra was honed to perfection, his Taijutsu fundamentals were exceptionally strong, and his pitch-black Thunder Method was masterful. Almost every match had been a crushing victory.
But when Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu emerged from the contestants' passage together, the entire arena fell silent for a moment before erupting into an uproar.
The two were supporting each other.
Zhang Chulan's left arm rested across Zhang Lingyu's shoulders, while Zhang Lingyu's right hand held Zhang Chulan around the waist. Both staggered